One Direction Imagination

Hi there, my name is J, I'm 24 and I'm from England. I write imagines and preferences about all the 1D boys. Ask is open, feel free to request.

[its1dimagination]

So I saw Harry live last night and it was incredible and the post-concert blues have already kicked in hard!

It wasn’t this bad after Niall

I need cheering up :(

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if you’re reading this and you write harry fic please reblog

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Shopping Encounter

So this was so supposed to be just a cute one-shot but people are asking for a part 2. I need opinions, as I often think ‘sequels’ ruin my stories...

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Shopping Encounter - Harry

A/N: So this is an imagine based on a dream I had about bumping into a poorly Harry while out shopping.

You had noticed that Harry Styles was in the same shop as you almost as soon as you had entered, it was only a convenience store after all. As much as you would have loved a selfie with him, you could tell he really didn’t want to be bothered. He had a large hoodie on with the hood up, his hands hidden in the sleeves, and he wasn’t emanating his usual sunshine.

You continued about your shopping when you heard someone call his name. You rolled your eyes slightly, even if you completely understood. You assumed whoever it was wanted a quick picture and would proceed with their day, but every time you glanced in their direction she was still there. from what you over heard “the lighting is awful” so she needed to keep trying to get a good shot. Harry, being the kind hearted guy he is, just couldn’t say no.

Eventually, your sympathy for Harry won out and you poked your head round the corner and called over, “Hey Harry, I’ve found it,” with a smile on your face hoping he would get what you were doing.

Relief flashed across his face as he turned to the girl who was clearly getting ready for yet another shot.

“I’m really sorry,” he said to her, gesturing in your direction and slowly edging over to you.

Once you were both safely in another aisle, Harry let out a sigh.

“Thank you so much,” he breathed out, his voice slightly huskier than usual.

“No problem, you looked like you wanted out,” you smiled.

“Yeah. I wouldn’t normally mind but I feel pretty shit right now. Only came out for soup and tissues.”

“Necessities for any sick human,” you smiled, as you tried to grab something off the top shelf.

Harry noticed you straining and easily reached up and grabbed it for you.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him.

“Just returning the favour,” he replied, before a coughing fit took over.

“Sorry, you probably shouldn’t be talking this much,” you apologised, concern swimming in your eyes.

Harry gave you a nod as he composed himself.

“Well, it was nice meeting you,” you told him preparing to go and pay.

He pointed at you and held up two fingers, signalling it was nice meeting you too.

As you turned he grabbed your arm, and pulled out his phone, typing out a message for the phone to speak to you.

“When I’m not so gross, want to get coffee?” asked the robotic voice.

You let out a slight laugh, which made Harry smile. Barely pausing you nodded your head. There was a brief moment while Harry tapped at his phone screen, before handing it to you, with a blank contact up, clearly expecting you to fill in your details. You did so and handed it back.

“I look forward to hearing from you Harry,” you said, a smile now stuck to your face. “Bye.”

He waved as you headed counter, leaving him to finish browsing the soup.

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Fic ideas

I’m finishing off On My Own and I’ve had an idea for a Harry friends-turned-couple fic. Wondering if I should do one for each boy now? Let me know!

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This is a PSA

If at any point you need to fangirl cause you’re spilling with feels and emotions and the boys did a thing, you 1000% have permission to just come and fangirl with me. I’ll be your person to vent to on how whoever is currently ruining your life cause their existence is just too amazing to comprehend. Fangirling is what I’m here for. 

[its1dimagination]

Finale to on my own? Really sweet and fluffy?

Been having a think about where I could go with this and I will do my best to get loads of fluff in :)

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On My Own - Part 3 - Niall Horan

“I really think I should go,” you said, even though you really couldn’t tear your gaze away from his blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have dumped all of that on you at the bar, but I’d really like you to stay. At least to tell how much I off loaded on to you and maybe let me buy you lunch to apologise.”

“Yeah, I don’t think your hangover will survive the outside world today,” you said trying to lighten the mood. 

He didn’t say anything else, but something in the way he looked at you made you change your mind. As you sighed in defeat, Niall led you to the living room. He flopped down on the sofa, the immediate throbbing in his head making him regret the decision to move so violently, as you sat beside him.

“So, what’s the last thing you actually remember from last night?” you asked him.

Conversation flowed as you talked him through the night, him confirming or denying the truth in what had spilled from his drunken lips. Sadly, most of it seemed to be true.

“I don’t understand,” you said eventually.

“What?”

“Any of it? How aren’t you happy with your life? How did you keep all the pain and emotion buried inside? How do you seem so happy-go-lucky all the time? And, why did you tell me? Out of everyone, anytime, you told me, a girl you hardly know,” you quizzed him.

“First off, don’t get me wrong, I love my life, it’s great, I’d just rather be enjoying it with someone. As for you, I don’t know. I guess you just make me feel comfortable,” he shrugged. “It wasn’t necessarily even the alcohol, just sitting here with you now, I’m pretty sure you could ask me anything and I’d answer.”

“Who was she?”

“Except that,” Niall smiled coyly.

“Ok then, what happened?”

That got him talking. Niall spilled almost everything, how he had first met his mystery love, how crazy he was about her, the first time he’d noticed her slipping away. Eventually, he told you, it died out. It wasn’t exactly anyone’s fault, everything got too much, the hassle of his lifestyle began to outweigh their feelings and the love seemed to fade.

“And that’s why it’s easier to be on my own,” he concluded, looking to his lap.

You sat staring at him in silence, drinking in all the emotion flowing from him.

“Even if I don’t want to be,” he added softly, making eye contact with you.

There was a moment of slight tension. Some strange unspoken thing passed between you.

“Kiss me.” You hadn’t meant to say, in fact, you didn’t realise you were saying it until you heard your voice shaping the words. 

“What?”

“Kiss me,” you repeated, more confident now.

This time, Niall acted immediately. He leant toward you, crashing your lips together as his hand reached up to your neck, his thumb brushing over your ear. You pushed yourself towards him, eagerly returning the kiss, while your hands roamed his broad shoulders.

He broke away, forehead still resting against yours. “This is a terrible idea.”

“I know,” you muttered, your voice low, as you pulled him back into the kiss.

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Reblog this or you wont meet Harry Styles

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Ain’t taking no chances

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Cant take any risks.

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No rainchecks on this

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Shit fuck shit

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gotta reblog y'all

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the only time I’m doing this😂

[its1dimagination]

Update

Hey guys!

So I am working on Part 3 of On My OwnIt will go up this week, just not sure when.

Don’t forget you can still leave requests for any of the 1D guys, or for a preference!

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Reblog if its ok to message you during this holiday season incase Im feeling lonely or out of place during family events because no one should be alone on Christmas

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!!!

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I celebrate Hanukkah but you all can definately message me whenever!!

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WE DON’T DO CHRISTMAS OR HANUKKAH BUT FEEL FREE!

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On My Own - Part 2 - Niall

A/N: Part 2 is here. But I have a feeling it might need a part 3 now... Let me know!

Niall awoke the next morning feeling pretty rough. He couldn’t remember getting home, but was grateful to find himself in his own bed. He lay in bed for a while, completely still, hoping to lessen the pounding in his head. Eventually, though, he realised the only thing to do was get up, take some tablets and drink as much water as he could manage. 

When he reached his kitchen, he was equally surprised and confused to see you there.

“Hi,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you replied, a cup of coffee in hand. “Do you want one?”

“Nah, just water.”

You got him a glass while he hunted out some painkillers. Passing him a drink you asked, “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“Well, I have no idea why you’re in my kitchen,” he said, taking a large gulp from his glass. “But I’m grateful. I do vaguely remember seeing you at the bar.”

“I’m not surprised,” you told him.

“How did I get here?”

“In a taxi, I came with you, didn’t seem like a good idea to leave you in that state.”

“But why did you stay?”

You hesitated then. You’d stayed because of everything he’d said at the bar, the way he’d told you you couldn’t leave him in the taxi.

“What?” Niall asked, sensing your hesitation. “Did I ask you to?”

“Not exactly. You told me not to leave you in the taxi.”

“Sorry,” he bowed his head pinching the bridge of his nose. “You could have left me.”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“I’ve been drunk before, I would have been fine,” he assured you.

“It wasn’t that you were drunk, it… It doesn’t matter,” you concluded, tipping away the rest of your coffee and getting ready to leave.

“Y/N, it matters to me,” he said, grabbing your hand to stop you leaving. “I’m sorry I can’t remember whatever I said but just tell me.”

“You got weird, honest levels of drunk and told me that you wrote On My Own to convince yourself it was true,” you told him, not making eye contact. “Between you telling me about all of that and the stuff behind the album, and the way you told me to stay in the taxi,  I couldn’t just leave.”

“So, don’t leave now.”

[its1dimagination]

I would LOVE a part 2 to on my own

I will get to work on that then! Thank you for messaging - J x

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On My Own - Niall

A/N: So this was inspired mostly by On My Own, but also kinda Flicker as a whole album. This could get a part 2 if people want it. It will go one of two ways, I’m not really sure yet. Let me know what you think.

You were out at a bar when you spotted him. You’d met a few times and become very casual friends, but you’d definitely never seen Niall this drunk. You decided, nevertheless that you should head over and say hi. 

“Niall?”

“Y/N! Hi! How have you been?” he said, much louder than was really necessary.

“I’m good. Congrats on the album,” you smiled.

“You’ve listened to it?”

“Of course, thought I should probably show some support!”

Niall invited you to drink with him and his friends, so you stayed with them the rest of the night. You didn’t really drink much though. You were honestly a little concerned about the amount Niall had had and wanted to be sober enough to help him out if he needed it.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he asked, as most of his other friends trickled home to bed.

“Of course.”

“You know that song ‘On My Own’?” he enquired in such a blasé manner, you’d think you were just discussing the weather, rather than a song he had written for his debut album.

“I’ve heard it, yes,” you confirmed.

“It’s a load of crap,” he admitted. 

“Well, you certainly seem to be drinking a lot, and staying ‘out til its dead’,” you laughed slightly.

“You know what I mean,” the sadness in his voice suddenly made him seem a lot more sober than he was.

“Where’s this coming from?”

“I think I wrote it to convince myself it was true,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard you. “Most the others were real, and being on my own seems a lot easier than dealing with the bullshit and pain I went through, but I still kinda miss it.”

“Niall, I think we need to get you home and prepared for the hangover to end all hangovers. 

“Don’t you ever wonder if you’ve already had the best life will throw at you and its all over?”

“You are 24 and very drunk,” you pointed out, slowly leading him out of the bar.

“Don’t brush it off like that I’m serious,” he slurred, stopping dead in his tracks.

“Ok, I’m sorry. Come on.” You managed to usher him toward the exit once more.

Once you reached the street you flagged down a taxi and herded Niall into it. You were about to close the door when he stopped you. “You can’t leave me.”

He was right, although you weren’t sure he meant it in the same way as you. There wasn’t much choice other than to climb in with him and take him directly to his bed yourself. Which you did. Then, partly because it was late and partly because you couldn’t bring yourself to leave, you tucked yourself into the bed in his spare room and waited to see what state he would be in tomorrow.

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Preference #27 – Mornings

Niall: Mornings with Niall were a peaceful affair. The two of you would stay in bed enjoying each other’s company. You’d play with his sleep tousled hair, while his fingers traced patterns on your skin, happily talking about nothing in particular. When you finally dragged yourselves up, you’d both head to the kitchen, preparing breakfast and dancing to whatever was on the radio.

Harry: You are both quite lazy. It doesn’t help that when one of you tries to get up, the other just pulls you back under the sheets. Harry’s morning voice is a weak spot for you though, and he could ask you to do just about anything first thing in the morning and you would oblige him.

Liam: You both try to get up early to go for a run. This doesn’t always work, but you motivate each other and tend to cook or shower together when you get back. You’re definitely all about getting couples activities into your routine when you get to spend precious morning together.

Louis: You and Louis have a deal, that who ever wakes up first makes breakfast for the two of you. One of his favourite things is coming downstairs to the smell of bacon and the sight of you wearing nothing but his shirt. More than once you have gotten distracted and ruined the food.